What new adventure,

Breaks along the horizon,

Behind Mount Rainer,

A shadow or a sunrise?

Perhaps they are the same coin.

Exhaustion greets me,

At the gate that is our home,

You meet me grinning,

Arms ready for a long hug,

The best welcome home ever.

I yearn for a hearth
Where my travel shoes can hang
My feet up and warm
But I must remind myself
That even hearth flames ember